“Stop talking to yourself, where did you send Gazef Strolonoff?”
“To the village.”
“…. What?”
Not expecting the other party to answer, Nigan was puzzled, quickly concluding that the other person had a reason to answer like that:
“How stupid, even if you are lying, a simple search of the village would────”
“────I am not lying, only answering the question… and to be honest, there is a reason.”
“… Could it be to ask for mercy? If you can save us some time, then maybe I’ll consider it.”
“No no no… Actually… I heard your conversation with the Knight-Captain… how courageous.”
Ainz’s tone and manner changed, looking at the mocking expression of Nigan:
“You dare to shamelessly say that you would kill the villagers that I, Ainz Ooal Gown had painstakingly rescued. Nothing else would displease me more.”
The strong winds fluttered Ainz’s robe and breezed through Nigan and his men.
It was just a coincidence that the wind from the grasslands came from Ainz direction, but Nigan quickly shook off the misconception appearing in his mind, surely he was just mistaken and the wind didn't smell of death.
“…S-, so you are displeased about that, Magic Caster. So what?”
Although he was intimidated, Nigan still did not change his cynical attitude.
How could the Captain of the Sunlight Scripture, who held onto the trump card of the Slane Theocracy, be afraid after hearing the words of some random guy.
Absolutely not.
But──.
“The deal that I mentioned before is that I hope that you would quietly surrender your lives, this way you can be spared from physical pain. Otherwise, if you resist, which would be very stupid of you, you would have to pay the cost of dying in despair and misery.”
Ainz took a step forward.
Although it was just a step, Ainz’s figure looked enormous. All the men in the Sunlight Scripture backed off.
“Ahh….”
Several hoarse voices came from around Nigan’s surroundings.
That was the voice of fear.
Full of the incredible imposing attitude of a strong fighter. This was the first time Nigan had experienced such an intense pressure. Therefore he could understand his subordinates’ fear.
Even Nigan, a veteran of countless battles who was unsure of how many times he had been on the brink of death, or how many lives he had taken, could feel the suffocating pressure emitted by Ainz, this mysterious Magic Caster. What his subordinates were feeling was probably even more intense.
Who the hell is he?
What’s this Magic Caster’s true identity, just who is hiding under that mask?
Ignoring Nigan’s anxiety, Ainz spoke coldly:
“That is the reason I did not lie. Because there is no reason to lie to men who are about to die.”
Ainz slowly opened his arms and took another step forward. He gave the impression of wanting a hug, but with his strange curved fingers he looked like a magic beast that was about to pounce.
A chill ran down Nigan’s spine. Having been on the brink of death before, he knew this feeling was a premonition of death.
“Order the Angels to attack! Don’t let him get close!”
With a hoarse voice, Nigan shouted his orders.
Rather than wanting to boost the morale of his troops, he was simply afraid of the advancing Ainz Ooal Gown.
Two Archangels of Fire, having received Nigan’s orders, began to attack. Flapping their wings, they advanced by riding on the wind.
The Angels made a beeline for Ainz, and didn’t hesitate to stab him with their Flaming swords.
Albedo who stood behind him will step forward to Ainz’s front and intercept the attack. That was what everyone expected, but nobody could believe the scene before their eyes. Nothing astonishing happened, it was the exact opposite.
Absolutely nothing happened.
Yes — Ainz didn’t do anything, he just let the Angels pierce his body. Magic, dodging, defending or making his follower defend him, none of that happened.
Surprise turned into ridicule.
They displayed an arrogant front, but all of that was just a bluff. It wasn’t that Albedo didn’t want to protect, Albedo was simply unable to react to the Angel’s high-speed attack. After knowing the truth, it turned out to be no big deal.
His subordinates sighed in relief. With his previously unexplainable anxiety, it made him embarrassingly look at Albedo:
“How disgraceful. Putting up a strong facade to bluff us …”
Suddenly a doubt appeared.
Why didn’t Ainz’s body fall?
“… What are you doing? Hurry and let the Angels withdraw. His body can't fall to the ground if the swords are still stabbed into it.”
“B-but we have already given the order.”
His subordinates replied with a voice full of doubt, and once again he looked at Ainz.
The two Angels strongly flapped their wings, looking like butterflies caught in a web.
With strange movements, the Angels slowly drifted to the side, but it was almost as if they were forcibly pushed aside.
That was when Ainz, who had been hidden behind the Angels, could once again be seen between the two of them
“Didn’t I mention before? There is no way you can defeat me. Seriously, you need to listen properly to others.”
A calm voice reached Nigan’s ears.
Nigan was puzzled by the situation in front of him.
Even though his chest and abdomen were pierced, Ainz was calmly standing still.
“No way…”
One of his men echoed what Nigan was thinking. From the perspective of all the men around, the swords piercing his body were fatal. Even so, Ainz didn’t appear to be in pain.
And that was not the only surprise.
Ainz’s hands were around the throats of the two struggling Angels, holding onto them.
“Impossible…”
It wasn’t clear who muttered that. The body of a magically summoned Angel was created out of the summoner’s magic, but even then they were definitely not light. They were slightly heavier than an adult man if you included the body armor they were equipped with; it was definitely not a weight one could easily lift with a single hand.
Of course, if it was a warrior who had constant training and muscles, it might be possible to do it. But the person in front of him didn’t have any visible muscles, he seemed to be more suitable for concentrating on his studies to improve his intelligence and spells. And even if he magically enhanced his strength, if the base value wasn’t high enough there would be no discernible results.
But why did such a thing happen? Even though he was pierced with swords, he didn’t even look bothered by them.
“…There must be some kind of illusion here.”
“Yeah, it must be like that! How could anyone be fine after being stabbed by swords!?”
shouted the Theocracy’s special forces embarrassingly loud. Although they were all used to danger and survived countless battles, they had never seen something like this before. Even Nigan and the summoned Angels couldn’t believe it.
A dull sound without a hint of pain, entered the ears of the doubtful Nigan and the other men.
“This is a high level physical negation special passive skill, this would render the damage of low level weapons and some low level spells completely ineffective. At most, it would render attacks below level 60 ineffective, in other words, any attack above level 60 would still hurt me. It is a zero or one ability… I didn’t expect that this would be useful this time. So… these Angels really do just get in the way.”